http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dementhia The original writings of author Dementhia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776173065 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My DearestDo you hear my whispersChanting your name like a lullaby?Late into the night When lips bloom into kissesAnd words of love that make Heaven sighI've dreamt of you, DearestAnd I prayed to God,Never to lose you, whilst I'm aliveSo hush now, my sweet love,And rest your dark eyes.I'll lend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dementhia/1367883/ There’s something strange That you hold inside That blissful smile. Refreshing, like a breeze by the ocean,Yet heavy, like the Autumn rain. In the end I couldn’t chooseHow to play the game. Whether to whisper that I love youO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dementhia/1367880/ Gently,Sweep up the words from the floorAnd swallow them again.For you have touched meAnd only you haveGone that far. Slowly,Grasp my hand by the wristAnd hold me tight.For you have hurt meAnd only you have Hurt so much. Carefully,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dementhia/1367878/ 3rd April “I give you my wordThat one day you'll hearA voice somewhere in the crowd” ***I heard ascream.Trying to pushmy body through a faceless crowd, I fell on the soft ground. Feeling ashamed,I sat there for hours, afraid to look up. Darkness.Anotherscream... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dementhia/1367151/ 2ndAprilDearDiary, Today was the first day of school. Yup, I’m in class 2B now.Rei-chan and I got lucky again, so we’re still in the same class. Mizuki,Madoka and Aiko-chan ended up in class 2C however, but it’s okay. We’ll stillget to go back toget.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dementhia/1367148/ 31stMarchDearDiary, I’m no good. Tomorrow is the first day of school, and I’mfeeling depressed. It’s really funny, now when I think about it. I got the urgeto start a diary. I had diaries earlier, but they’re all empty now. They’refull of word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dementhia/1367146/ 30thMarchDearDiary, Today, memories haunt me. Almost feels like this dayconsists of everything I ever did or wanted to do in the past. It’s sad,depressing, and painful. Even the happy memories hurt, because I want to livethem again. I’m thinking how time passes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dementhia/1367143/ Falling inlove with you wasn’t hard.Notthinking about you at some point wasn’t either.But,forgetting you was harder than I thought.Whenever Ithought of all the times we spent together and feeling we shared, it was morethan enough to make me smile for being there for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dementhia/1367141/ A story following one high-school girl and mysterious occurrences around her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dementhia/1367137/